Faithful to uncertain clarity

A cold night

The fire kept burning
in the center of the room
wood burnt to coal and coal turned to ashes
and so did burn a fire in the hearts

glowing with a reddish tinge
thoughts churned the emotions
in the safe cage of ribs
as gossips stirred the room

and night passed like a creeping snail
the crisp memory of your emerald lips
and allusions of your talkative eyes
started to fade away in the mild smoke
emanating from the angeethi

someone started discussing the matters of soul
i listened carefully
and analyzed every proposition on the balance of sanity
showed discontentment
presented rebuttals
accepted my lackings
and beefed up my courage
to throw away the load of false pride
in the fire which burnt in the center
turning wood in to coal and coal in to ashes
a blue smoke rose from the fire
changing shapes as it reached the ceiling
in the meanwhile
a male tatiri yelled in the sky
its call melted my humbled heart
and i closed my eyes to sleep

fire kept burning
and gossips kept on going
the topics kept changing
from politics to religion and then to the purpose of life
i pullled the blanket up and changed the side
stretched my legs
the cold corner of the bedding started to warm up
and i slept
thinking about warmth and cold